Deeply Unhinged

The rain impales my window with fervor Conditioned air streams my arms caressingly Clavinova sits in tune, not played Pale moonlight illuminates my eggshell surroundings Two doors squat awkwardly in their frames Pillows cushion my aching body As my mind blankly controls my hand Writing these empty words With a dull Halloween pencil Wondering, not for the first time Why the world is unhappy

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